Sudden Light

I have been here before,

    But when or how I cannot tell:

I know the grass beyond the door,

    The sweet keen smell,

The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before. –

    How long ago I may not know:

But just when at that swallow's soar

    Your neck turned so,

Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.

Have this been thus before?

    And shall not thus time's eddying flight

Still with our lives our love restore

    In death's despite,

And day and night yield one delight once more?